A week and a half agao, this became part of our family. The kids cried. Max got in trouble for trying to carve his name on the old truck before it left our possession, and Mom tried to be happy and supportive. Dad was happy, and then he became frustrated with his family. Why couldn't we love it like he did? (Just for the record, it sounds like a monster truck. The neighbors will always know when we are coming and going.)
Gregg and the kids last Monday before he left for Dallas Texas. Gregg was nice enough to go to the kid's piano lessons, so they could see him before he left for the airport. We all miss him terribly when he is gone.
Where Gregg is right now.
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